"So, you have known for a long time that that weird seed can affect people's hearts? Poor Moana, I actually quite like her, especially her love affair with Valstann, which is really fascinating."
Alleria asked in a low voice next to Tyrion. At this time, the two of them were standing on the edge of the platform of the Black Temple, watching the green torrent spreading forward on the land of Gorgrond below.
At the forefront of this road is an extremely huge thorn beast. It is the most powerful among the first batch of thorn beasts born, and now, its new owner is named "Londe".
Moana Staghelm, the patriarch of the Druid of the Blighter, sat behind the bramble beast. She closed her eyes and meditated. There was a wooden pendant hanging on her chest, which contained a piece of the seed.
A small piece of root system, among the newly born faction of the Wither Druids, this thing is a real "holy object".
"Yes I know."
Tyrion looked at the forest elf army marching forward on the ground like a marching army, and he said softly:
"Khadgar gave me a 78-page research report. He proved from all aspects that the seed has a will of its own. Although it is still... very "difficult to communicate", there is no doubt that
It believes that its recovery represents the continuation of its "mission", and the reappearance of the forest spirit means that it has generated enough power to continue its mission, and I... When the lords were dormant, it took me a long time to
Convey your thoughts to it."
The Dark Blade King smiled, and he reached out and took his wife's waist:
"I froze myself not just to sleep. My Alleria, only in that case can the communication between me and that seed be uninterrupted. It is a very stubborn guy, but what can I say...
Maybe it’s not that difficult to convince a stubborn child.”
"The balance between life and death?"
Alleria covered her mouth and chuckled:
"This is an almost perfect way to say goodbye to a guy who doesn't have enough brains. I almost believe it."
"Um?"
Tyrion frowned:
"You think I'm lying to it? No, Alleria, I didn't lie to it, just like I didn't lie to you. The balance between life and death is exactly one of the things we have to do in the future."
"You have to understand, Mistress, whether you are living or dead, you actually need a belief."
The King of Dark Blade seemed unwilling to say too much on this issue. The moment his will enveloped the entire Dark Temple, the palace began to slowly fly forward. The moment the green runic energy rose,
Its speed is increasing, and at the end of its flight, the wide door of darkness has never been closed since it was opened this time.
In today's southern border of the mainland, with the fall of Stormwind City, it is difficult to find a force that can threaten the Dark Portal under heavy protection.
"I want to go back to Mount Hyjal."
On the platform of the Dark Portal, looking at the fully armed Dark Blade King riding behind the Death Raven, Moyana, wearing a simple wooden armor, said:
"I want to spread the true will of nature among the Druid group. If the Wither wants to grow and develop, it needs to constantly inject new power. I also want to show this new belief to my father. I
I believe he will be interested."
"But wouldn't that be dangerous? Ms. Moana."
Tyrion jumped off the raven, looked at the Druid Patriarch in front of him, and reminded:
"The Cenarion Circle is a conservative organization. In comparison, the beliefs of the Blighters are somewhat radical in their view. Please understand my concerns, Ms. Moana, after you join our just cause, I have to
Worry more about your allies."
"It's just that the understanding of the way of nature is different. I know very well the thoughts of those old antiques. They will not take the initiative to raise the butcher's knife until things are at the most difficult moment. Just like the doctrines they believe in, the same is true for their principles of life.
hypocrisy."
The respectful forest elf druids handed their patriarch a black hood, and she put it on her body. The lower edge of the hood was pulled very low, and only Moyana's pair of eyes could be seen.
With eyes shining with flames representing the power of nature, she whispered:
"It's just a doctrinal dispute. There are doctrinal disputes in any organization. You don't need to worry about me, Your Majesty Tyrion. It's just that regarding Vastann, I have expressed my loyalty under the will of nature. I
I hope you don't have any... worries."
"I am a dead man, and the last thing a dead man needs is loyalty."
Tyrion said in his hollow voice:
"Just like my lords, I never used coercion to make them obey me, but cooperated, or...accompanied each other."
"In the balance between life and death, undead are an important part, and the existence of the withered is as important as us. My people and I will fulfill the doctrine of death, just like you and your followers, will uphold
Just like the creed of life, listen to me."
The light in the ice blue eyes of the Dark Blade King jumped:
"The Blighters need a Holy See in Azeroth. Personally, I think Stranglethorn Vale is very suitable. Of course, this is just a friendly suggestion."
"Strangle Vale?"
Moana thought for a moment, and saw that Tyrion had led the death knights through the Dark Portal. She did not stop any longer. Skinny vines grew under Moana's feet, like layers of wooden stairs.
, carrying the Patriarch and sitting behind the Thorn Beast Ronde again, she called her friends before passing through the Dark Gate.
"Oort, I want to return to Mount Hyjal to let more compatriots see the true meaning of nature. In my absence, you will be responsible for the early development of the Wither in Azeroth."
High-level druid Alter Stantin is no longer wearing his animal skin robe. Instead, he wears the same wooden armor as Moyana, wearing a dark hood. The cold expression on his face has also changed.
No longer, now, this tall male druid has a gentle smile on his face, as if he has become a different person again.
Facing the Patriarch's instructions, he leaned slightly:
"I will do my best to convey the true meaning of nature to more lives in your absence."
"Our first stop was in Stranglethorn Valley, which is a lush jungle that is very suitable for our teachings, but there are many trolls living there. I heard that those trolls do not advocate the way of nature. Alter
, you have traveled around the world, do you know anything about them?"
Moana's question made Alter frown. The tall night elf druid shook his head and said with a hint of disgust:
"No, only a small part of the existing trolls still barely follow the ancient civilization, and the trolls in Stranglethorn Valley have long lost traces of civilization. They have degenerated into a group of barbarians... living a life of eating hair and drinking blood.
In the past, it is said that deep in the Valley of Thorns, the trolls in Gurubashi, the ancient capital of trolls, believed in the evil blood demigod."
"Well...then you should teach them!"
The night elf raised her beautiful brows and said to her friend:
"Tell me, Alter, my friend, what would you do if they did not believe in the ways of nature and were unwilling to respect the sacred balance of life and death?"
The druid, who still had a gentle smile on his face, spread his hands and said softly:
"If the preaching of words does not work, then I will make them repent in pain and atone in blood. The natural wrath will fall on their heads, but this is not to destroy, but to punish... to guide those barbaric
Creatures, return to the correct civilization, and may nature forgive their sins and souls."
"Very well, high-level Druid Alter Stantin, your understanding of the Wither's teachings makes me very pleased."
Moana nodded, and she drove the huge thorn beast towards the dark door in front of her, and she said:
"I can safely leave everything to you."
"I have also heard the roar of nature. I have understood the true meaning of balance. Violence is not necessary, but many times, it is more effective than preaching."
Alter stood there and shouted to Moyana:
"Also, my friend, my Patriarch, please call me Harvest Wizard Alter. I like this new name better."
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Moana's return has caused the entire druid den in Mount Hyjal to boil. Of course, it is more because of the huge thorn beasts and those unique forest elves who accompanied her back to Mount Hyjal.
These two types of plant life have never had similar samples in Azeroth, and for the druids who spend almost all their time dealing with plants and animals, this strange life form attracted almost immediate attention.
A lot of curious people.
But Moyana did not promote the new doctrine of the Wither in public. Although she had heard about the will of the seeds with her own ears, it did not mean that she had become a fanatical believer who was dazzled by her faith. She was not interested in spreading the doctrine of the Wither.
, she has a complete plan. Of course, the most important thing to do before spreading the doctrine is to talk to her father first.
If it can get the support of Fandral Staghelm, the teachings of the Blighted Ones will surely spread among the Cenarion Circle at an extremely fast speed.
"Quack."
The news spread quickly, and Ansu, the crow god who liked to watch the fun, finally ran over. When Ansu, who had shrunk his body, saw the thorn beast and forest elf that were admired by the druids, this same
The wild demigod from Draenor had a trace of hatred and panic in his dark eyes.
It rushed back to its crow's nest on the top of Nordrassil at an extremely fast speed, summoned its most trusted favored person, Hisari Black Crow, and then said to Miss Black Crow with a serious face:
"No matter how other druids deal with those plant monsters, I heard that, little girl Hisari, I don't allow you and the druids who believe in me to come into contact with them, do you understand? Thorn beasts and forest elves are
Very dangerous creatures. They almost destroyed the entire Draenor more than 1,000 years ago and in earlier times! They are basically two different species from the gentle plants you know!"
"But the forest elf who followed Ms. Moyana back is very interesting."
Black Crow looked at her demigod in confusion, and she whispered:
"His whole body is made up of living plants. He can also speak Elvish. He said his name is Groot. He can also use Druid spells. Many great druids have visited him. They said
This is a creature worth studying, a very strange life form."
"Fun? Haha."
Ansu flapped his wings and sneered:
"You won't find it fun when he eats a living person in front of you. Forest elves are omnivorous plants. Believe me, I have seen with my own eyes how dangerous they are, especially when the number of forest elves reaches the level of a settlement.
Sometimes, they will also summon some twisted carnivorous flowers and those brainless thorn beasts... In short, don't deal with them! Do you understand?"
Seeing Ansu's voice turn cold, Hisari felt the seriousness of the problem, and she said worriedly:
"Then do you need me to remind the Archdruids? You'd better come with me. They will listen to what you say."
"No!"
Ansu refused. It looked at its beloved and carefully reminded:
"Delanor has been controlled by the undead. How did the druid named Moyana come back from there alive? Think about it for yourself, silly girl, there is something fishy behind this matter. I will investigate it.
But before I find the clues, you are not allowed to tell others these things! Do you understand?"
At Ansu's request, the black crow reluctantly promised it not to tell any secrets about the forest elf. After deceiving the doubtful young druid, Ansu stood beside his crow's nest.
, looking at another distant continent, or even another world.
In its beautiful black agate-like eyes, there flashed a trace of undisguised worry:
"Tyrion...what do you want to do?"
At the same time, in Arch Druid Staghelm’s den, after listening to his daughter-in-law’s story, Arch Druid Staghelm’s expression became very ugly as he was playing with his granddaughter.
A druid took his cherished little granddaughter away, and then said to Moyana:
"I will not allow you to spread your teachings in the Cenarion Circle! And your "Blighter", this is a threat, you must secretly deal with all your followers before other archdruids know! Immediately
!”
"Why? Father!"
Moana's face was full of surprise. She held the seed root in her hands and handed it to Staghelm. She asked in disbelief:
"Don't you feel its power? It does not conflict with the natural power used by orthodox druids!"
"No, Moana, I can feel it."
Deer Helmet sat on the stone chair, lowered his head, letting the shadow of the dancing candlelight cover his face. From Deer Helmet's expression, Moyana felt a clue. After a while, the Arch Druid felt a little confused.
tired said:
"I can feel the power contained in the roots in your hands more clearly than you, but this is not the key to the problem. Listen to me, the Wither's teachings on the balance of life and death are not the first time they have appeared in
The last person in the Cenarion Circle who proposed a teaching very similar to yours and did so is already... dead!"
